Screams

A.W. Nutter

“Scream little one, let him hear your screams”
“Filling his desires as he haunts your dreams”

Demon of pain plaguing the soul
As fear takes away your breath
Devouring your innocence whole
Making you pray for a quick death

Hands of the wicked hold you tight
Destroying your thoughts of escape
Satanic perversions, a childhood blight
Securing your future to a lifetime of hate

“Scream little one, let him hear your screams”
“Filling his desires as he haunts your dreams”

Swallowing emotions, destroying pleasure
The youthful spirit lays bloody and broken
No longer seen as a captivating treasure
Sinful transgressions remaining unspoken

The physical demon returns to his realm
Leaving devastation, with his passing
Every night you become overwhelmed
As your sanity, slowly begins decaying

“Demons from the past living inside”
“From life’s experiences you can never hide”

angstrhyme

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Rhia Madison Thomer

October 14, 2010 at 9:42 AM

powerful write, provoking words, excellent piece, thank you. loved it! --Madison

Duncan Chappell

October 3, 2010 at 6:42 AM

wow strong words my friend excellent thanks for you feed back duncan

Liz Walsh

September 22, 2010 at 3:49 AM

Very well written piece - it is sad that dark thoughts pervade our dreams - I wonder are they cummulative ancestral fears expressed in fearful shadows in the night - Liz

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

September 13, 2010 at 2:21 PM

This sure is a gripping write, Anthony-- another dark write but one that is very insightful as well-- our past does seem to be always in the shadows, just lurking there... nikko :)

Ravindra K Kapoor

September 3, 2010 at 8:15 AM

What a great depth is hidden in this lovely sad poem. Its lines are really very striking and thought provoking, 'Swallowing emotions, destroying pleasure, The youthful spirit lays bloody and broken'. ... And thanks for your comments on my Poem Patradoot 34. Love and best wishes...Ravindra...Anthony Nutter.

David Smalling

September 1, 2010 at 11:22 AM

I tried my bottle of prozac, but it was empty. I returned to read the rest and found catharsis. Vivid!

Anthony Beesley

August 29, 2010 at 2:11 PM

it's sad when silence turns to screams and even sadder when those screams turn into sarcasm

Nioma Strength

August 29, 2010 at 10:08 AM

even though it a dark poem telling a story of a dark past. It's a good poem.

Charles Henderson

August 25, 2010 at 8:56 PM

Very good dark poetry Anthony. I never really had this type dream when a child. I had nightmares but could never define what they were when awake. Charles

Poet Destroyer A

August 25, 2010 at 4:46 AM

wow! Anthony, this one got a hold on my reality. Dreams being invaded as a child, the only demon in my dream was he that carries that tail around him like a noose. Scary how he haunted my dreams, and i would wake up in screams! Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

August 23, 2010 at 3:36 PM

Absolutely brilliant Anthony.. your words and dialogue are beautifully put here and an extremely intense message..which so enjoyed.. appreciate your comment.. in my parents house it was said often.. the family tht prays together stays together and it worked with my four sons as well.. appreciate .. with luv..ciao..

Anabelle B Recto

August 22, 2010 at 10:03 AM

wow..what an imagination..nice. it scares me.

Katherine Stella

August 22, 2010 at 7:27 AM

remember tho you hold the key to free thyself and always helps to pray to the man upstairs bet this would make a great song too loved the imagery this should be told around a campfire or on halloween night lol great write and even a better read also thanks for your kind comments keep up the great writing